Adrian Moore shoved his hands into his pockets and bounced his shoulders up and down a little. The night was drawing in, so, it was chilly and damp. “I guess I’ll see you guys soon.”Anna smiled at her brother. “I’ll see you. Take good care of my sister-in-law.” She warned him with her eyes narrowed down into slits. “Otherwise…” She left that hanging for her brother to imagine the pretty images by himself.Adrian raised his hands up in surrender. “I get it! There’s no need for you to get so threatening.”“Yeah, I really hope I won’t have to get physical with you the next time I see you. Liz has my number so be careful!” She said with a nonchalant shrug.Adrian simply rolled his eyes at his sister.“This is what I get to deal with every day.” James quietly complained as he gave Adrian a nudge.“Did you say something?” Anna asked James with a murderous glare.James quickly shook his head from side to side. “I said nothing!”“Good! No one wants to hear your ugly voice.” Anna crossed her
Liz Walters stared at him for a minute. “I believe you, I… was just mad when I learnt that you didn’t care to tell me about that solution you’d come up with,” she managed. “So you’re really here to stay?”“For good… the only travelling I intend to do is to visit my family back home and that too, with you and our babies tagging along with me.”Liz found herself smiling at his words.Adrian has a brother? The thought struck her mind. “Wait, you have a brother?”He met her eyes and then nodded. “Asher is my little brother. He just graduated college and has obtained a high level of knowledge and skill when it comes to business and finance. I believe he’d take good care of the company.”“He definitely will. After all he’s the brother of Adrian Moore.” She said with pride.Adrian slowly shook his head at her. “Don’t be so proud of me. Last time, you said I’d be back in no time after solving that issue with the investors. It took me a week to sort it out. The wait damn near killed me.”“If y
Liz Walters sniffed as she wiped her tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t know I have an asshole of a cousin!” She mumbled to herself, unbothered by the people close to her staring at her as though she was insane. “I can’t believe I’m fucking broke.” She couldn’t stop whining about her misery. Her life took a terrible turn all thanks to her good for nothing cousin, the same cousin she trusted with all her money, her savings and apartment. Enough was enough. No more crying, Liz! She reprimanded herself as she used the music blasting from the speakers to calm her tensed muscles. She needed to loosen up. Thrusting aside those thoughts, she took a sip of her cocktail. She was starting to feel the heat of the whiskey in it. It burned down her throat and warmed up her chest. It felt good. It was a bitter-sweet feeling. She lifted the glass to her mouth to take another sip. But she got distracted when a man came to stand beside her and ordered in a deep, tipsy voice, “Scotch on the rocks.”
Liz Walters stumbled into a dimly lit room with a hot guy right behind her. She fumbled with the light buttons on the wall before she turned on the main one. Looking down at the incredibly gorgeous, hot, sexy, shirtless man who had fallen down at her feet, she at first thought she’d had one too many glasses of cocktail and was seeing things. But considering she’d only had a few, she doubted she was intoxicated. Her second thought was that she knew this guy but at the same time, she couldn’t remember where she’d seen him. Anyhow, he shouldn’t be here, Liz thought. She immediately grabbed the first thing she could have her hands on… it was a vase. It was a heavy, leaded crystal thing, that would probably crack this man’s skull open. She came close – so incredibly close – to dropping it on his head, when a voice whispered in her mind, He’s Mr. Handsome, Adrian. He was drinking with you. It seemed crazy to suppose that before following her up here, he appeared to be a normal human an
Liz Walters sighed sleepily. “It’s so comfortable.” Squinting, she glanced at the unfamiliar roof that greeted her when she woke up. “When did my ceilings become so high?” She mumbled to herself. She sat up. A frown pulled at her lips when she didn’t recognize her surroundings. “When did my room become this big?” Pursing her lips, she ran a hand through her hair out of frustration until she spotted the glass of water sitting on the bedside table beside her. She was thirsty. Smiling, she reached for it and quenched her thirst by gulping down the cool water. It was refreshing. Everything was going just fine until she noticed her lack of clothes. “Where are my clothes?” She asked, looking down at herself under the bed sheets. She was momentarily confused. Placing the empty glass back on the bedside table, she searched the ground to find her dress scattered down there. She got up, leaving the warmth of the bed and the bed sheets and perched down to pick her dress up when someone wa
Liz Walters gaped at him. “Who the hell are you to stop me?” “I’m Adrian Moore.” He said with a cunning smile. His eyes bored into hers, making her slightly anxious. Still, she remained composed and strong. She was seconds away from crumbling down at the mere thought of having lost her virginity to this man but she didn’t let her inner dilemma show on her face. “Look, you’re scaring me.” Liz held a finger at him. “You look like a decent guy and I don’t want to argue with you. Just let me leave and we’d pretend last night never happened.” Liz tried to put some sense into him. “How can you say that when everything that was not supposed to happen between us happened last night?” Adrian refuted, closing the short distance between them in three big steps. Liz was rendered speechless. She gulped. He was too close. She looked elsewhere as she took a step back. “Listen, I’m not qualified for this job.” Liz tried again, looking back at him. “If you get someone who’s not willing to do the
Adrian Moore closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before releasing it. “Listen, that’s a form of courtesy for when I’ll introduce you to some of my business partners, nothing else.” Liz thought about it for a moment and then, nodded. “Okay, fine.” He exhaled, not realizing that he’d been holding his breath. “Are we good with the contract or is there anything you’d like to add in it?” “You need to ask for my permission first before touching me.” Liz declared, raising her chin. “And if you touch me without my permission, I can slap you on the face… whether or not we’re in front of people, I don’t care.” She added. “If you agree then, okay otherwise –” “I agree,” Adrian interrupted, accepting her condition. “I’ll ask James to add this and then, I’ll give you a copy of the contract.” “Okay.” “Last night, my grandma saw us together in the hotel lobby, blabbering drunkenly.” He watched as Liz’s eyes widened in surprise. “James told her that you’re my girlfriend and tha
Adrian Moore noticed a little smear of peanut butter at the side of her mouth. Nodding, he pointed at his cheek, “You’ve made a little mess.” And then, pointed at her face from across the room. “Oh,” Liz got herself a napkin and pressed it against her lips. Smiling cheekily, she asked, “Is it okay now?” Adrian shook his head. “It’s right there,” he pointed at his right cheek. Since they were sitting facing each other, Liz thought he meant her left cheek so she dabbed her left cheek to clean it up but then, Adrian shook his head once again, so, she pulled the napkin away from her face. Confused, Liz stopped munching with her hand hanging mid-air when Adrian got up and closed the short distance between them. She watched him lean down until his face would be almost leveled with hers and held her wrist. Forcing the food in her mouth down her throat, she locked gazes with him. He guided her hand towards her right cheek. Liz felt awkward with him being so close to her face when there w